Stoke Holy Cross Post Office

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver parked his truck near Stoke Holy Cross Post Office one morning and noticed something unusual on the backseat—a small wooden box wrapped in brown paper. Curious, he picked it up and found an old letter inside, addressed simply to ‘The Next Person Who Opens This.’ He opened the note: 'Dear next person, please return this to Mrs. Jenkins, she forgot it yesterday.' The delivery driver smiled, shook his head, and drove off, knowing that Stoke Holy Cross was a place where everyone looked out for each other.

2. A delivery driver parked his truck near Stoke Holy Cross Post Office one morning. As he stretched for a quick stretch before unloading packages, he noticed something odd on the wall of the building—a tiny door no bigger than a mousehole. Curious, he peered inside and found himself staring into an empty room filled with old letters and dusty envelopes. Just as he was about to leave, a familiar voice called out from behind: 'Morning, mate! What’re you doing poking around my office?' A gruff-faced postmaster emerged from another door, wiping his hands on his apron. The driver sheepishly explained it away as a mix-up, and soon they were both laughing over tea and biscuits.

3. A little girl walked into the Stoke Holy Cross Post Office one afternoon, her eyes wide with wonder as she pointed at something strange on the counter. "Mama, what's that funny-shaped stamp?" she asked. The postmistress smiled gently and picked up a nearby envelope. 'Oh, that's just our new special stamp for fairy tales,' she explained. The little girl's face lit up like a lantern, and she ran home excitedly to show her mother. From then on, every time someone mentioned magical stamps in Stoke Holy Cross, people would smile and remember the curious child who discovered them.

4. One rainy night, a delivery driver parked his truck near Stoke Holy Cross Post Office and noticed an eerie humming sound coming from inside. He shrugged it off as just the old building's quirk, but every time he returned, the hum grew louder. Finally, one evening, a regular customer popped in and asked if everything was okay. The postmaster smiled and said, ‘Just our new electric teapot, it keeps singing when boiling water.’ Everyone laughed, relieved—and now Stoke Holy Cross Post Office is famous for its tea-time serenades.